𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀
robot!chris takes a nap with his head under your shirt
fog grew over the scene outside of your window. the bright leaves on the gathering of trees became dull, almost missable. it had been a long day for both of you, but especially Chris.
the temperature had climbed immensely towards midday, Chris burned most of his energy trying not to overheat. and he was tired.
you chuckled every time you glanced at the chris-shaped bulge under your top. his lips teased against your chest, showing a whole lot of love between your tits.
but as the hours went by, as you turned the pages of your textbook, the kisses subsided, easing into nothing but warm, even breaths against your skin.
his parts hummed, soft hairs tussled under pale fabric. he stirred slightly, shifting when you scratched the sweet spot behind what you could make out to be his ear.
“y’not claustrophobic in there?” you whispered, earning a head shake from Chris. your shirt rode up, the hem now dancing along your diaphragm.
“mh…no. i love it. it’s the nice kind of warm.”
his eyelashes fluttered, leaving your skin tingly. a grin revealed itself on your face, back easing into the pillow behind you when his nose pressed against you, lip catching a nipple.
“hh…chris—”
“sorry, it seems i got carried away. would you like me to stop?”
and for some reason, a reason you could think up later, you weren’t planning on saying yes.
okay here it is, i am so tired so i’m heading to sleep but enjoy !! btw i dont think claustrophilia is a real word gang.
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